My mother will tell you and I'll admit it.
I was the Champion Staller when it came to stretching out bedtime routines.
Aren't most children?
One more glass of water.
One more song.
One more snack.
One more story.
One more potty break.
One more conversation.
Wait! I just need to tell you one more thing...
I was the master.
Well, it seems my trait has been passed on.
Jackson has taken my crown. He is the Stalling King.
The worst part is that he does it all in the sweetest most loving way.
Like a true master, his requests tug right on your heart strings.
Wait! Big kiss, mama.
A sloppy kiss!
I need a high five!
One more song, mama.
Wait! Love you, mama. I need a hug from daddy. Can you go get him? I'll wait right here for him.
Daddy! I need a song.
You tired, mama?
Be quiet, mama. We don't want to wake up daddy.
I need to go potty, mama.
Don't turn the water on too loud, it will wake up daddy.
One more hug?
Mama! I need my flashlight!
And then as I'm kneeling beside his bed, about to fall over from this crazy bedtime dance, he reaches out in the dark and places his finger on the tip of my nose.
"Boop!" he says giggling under his quilt.
Man, this kid is good.